Emberwood fairytale revisionist

The days passed slowly, being alone.

It was as though a weight were wrapped around his wrists, his ankles, with each step he took. As though each movement required a great deal of thought and concentration before it could be acted upon. As though the sense of purpose, the drive, were dwindling, smothering, and he felt himself aimless.

The most he could do was bring the sleeping stargazer little reminders, for himself as well as her, that she was surrounded by life. That death could not seize her yet - that K would not let death seize her. His tall form walked with a somber gait, tail limp and head hung as the most delicate of frozen flowers were secured gently in his lips. It had taken a great deal of care to find these, to dig through the snow and nose it aside so they could be pulled up undisturbed. Unbroken.

The chill of the open winter night sky left him on his usual route to where she lay, a sleeping silhouette that left a haunting chill every time he saw her. To see such lack of life in someone who had carried so much life in her. Except...

This time when he looked into the shadows, when his head dipped to leave her another frozen blossom, it wasn't nothingness he saw. Nor lifelessness. He saw those two eyes, wide, twinkling, staring out. Disbelief left him momentarily stunned, the flowers dropping from his maw from the stupor.

And then he snapped back.

"IBIS!!!" He leapt forward, instantly crouching so as to crawl gracelessly, hesitantly, down the small entrance, as though he feared going too fast might make this all a lie. Forepaws, too large for such a small, occupied enclosure, tread carefully as he arched his neck forward, taking in the scent of... life. Tears welled in his eyes but that anxiety, that dread that this could all be wrong, false, it forced him to hold it all in.

"Are... are ya... okay?" Alive?

These lands seemed to stifle fairytale endings, leaving the boy with nothing.
Could it be he still had something left to cling to after all?